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"Let me know when you land in New York, I'll try to work on Kurt."
"Look Rach it's not like I planned this!"
"I know Tana, you know how Kurt acts."
"Ugh. I know unfortunately. And I know it all too..."
Speed walking down the airport terminal trying to find her gate, Santana wasn't watching where she was walking and somehow managed to run into Hollywood's wild child Quinn Fabray.
"What the hell?! Can you not watch where you're going?!"
"Oh my god I am so sorry ma'am! Look Rach gotta go!"
Santana's eyes widen when she realizes she knocked someone over. Shit she's pissed. I'm dead. Santana thought. Not only did Santana manage to run into Thee Quinn Fabray but she also managed to spill her coffee and Quinn's coffee everywhere.
"Here's some napkins and 10 bucks buy yourself a new coffee on me. I really have to catch my plane!" Then Santana takes off for the gate. "What about my shirt?!" Quinn yells at Santana's retreating body. Quinn throws her arms up and sighs "Perfect absolutely perfect" Quinn mutters
"First class and military personnel can now board" Santana stood up with her new coffee in hand and headed for the flight attendants. After finding her seat and placing her bags in the overhead bin Santana got up to change her clothes
"Last call for flight 762 nonstop to New York" Quinn finally stood up and went to board the plane. Since her run in with the crazy person running down the terminal she had missed the boarding calls. Quinn makes her way down to her seat and finds someone stuff is already in the window seat. And I have to share my seat Quinn thought. Quinn placed her things in the overhead bin and got situated in her seat.
A few minutes later Quinn heard someone clear their throat so she looked up
"Excuse me ma'am" Quinn's eyes widen in surprise seeing the crazy lady who had knocked her down earlier was standing in front of her in full uniform.
"You're a solider" Santana looks up and gulps "y-yeah I am." and tries to quickly get settled into her seat. After Quinn sits down and gets resituated in her chair Santana looks over and says "I am so sorry about running you over earlier and spilling your coffee I was already running behind because my cousin was throwing a fit about me not being able to attend his wedding"
"Nah your fine it was ice coffee so no burns or anything just a ruined top" Quinn says and pulls her shirt off her body and giggles when it suctions back to her body.
"Good" Santana replies and shakes her head.
"Ladies and gentleman this is your pilot speaking..."
"No shit." Quinn whispers while rolling her eyes. Santana shakes her head and pulls her laptop out and turns it on.
"We'll be hitting sunny skies all the way to New York, the temperature in New York is about 80 degrees, a light easterly wind accompanied with nothing but sunshine."
Quinn looks over and sees Santana not paying any attention to pilot but paying attention to her email she hears Santana sigh and start to reply to an email.
"Cross American Airlines would like welcome aboard Staff Sergeant Santana Lopez. On behalf of the passengers, flight attendants, my copilot, and myself we would like to say Thank You and to come home safe from your deployment."
The plane erupted into cheers and clapping and the people around the seated two started to thank Santana for her service and to wish her well.
As the flight attendants starting going over take off procedures Quinn asked Santana if she ever got tired of people thanking her and wishing her well. Santana shrugged her shoulders and says "it comes with the job. Sometimes it gets annoying... But it's good to know that there is people out there that still support us no matter what." Quinn smiled at Santana's response then continued looking through her magazine and reading the article about herself and looking at pictures from the photo-shoot that day.
About an hour into the flight Quinn closed her magazine and looked over to see what Santana was doing. She found Santana to be very involved with a video of a little boy who had to be about 3 or 4 dancing around with a guitar just his size. She assumed the little boy was also singing but she wasn't sure. Quinn was still watching towards the end when the little boy was spinning around and fell, causing them to bust out into laughter.
Quinn nudged Santana with her elbow, so Santana removed her headphones from her ears to listen
"Cute kid"
"Thanks. He's not mine though. He's my godson."
"He's got quite the dancing skills." Quinn and Santana laughed
"He should he's got a voice also... His mom is a Broadway star and I'm his cousin so naturally he's got talent in his bones."
Quinn loved seeing the way Santana's eyes lit up when she talked about the little boy so she decided to ask more about him and her life.
"I don't think we properly introduced ourselves. I'm Quinn Fabray" Quinn held out her hand
"Santana Lopez" Santana grabbed Quinn's hand and shook it.
"I know who you are, I didn't know if you were like me and would rather not be recognized. So I just let it go. But it's nice to meet you Ms. Fabray, properly this time. You've been my favorite actress since you've taken Hollywood by storm"
Quinn blushes at the compliment and replies with a thanks.
"So who's the little guy?"
Santana furrows her eyebrows in confusion and looks at Quinn. Quinn points to the little boy on the screen.
"Oh! That would be the one of only two men after my heart. That's my godson Mason Berry- Hudson."
Santana stops her story digs through her bag and grabs a shirt and a pair of sweats and hands them to Quinn. Quinn looks at her confused. Santana tells her to go change and she'll continue on about her family.
A few minutes later Quinn returns "you were a cheerleader?!" Santana laughs and responds with "head cheerleader to be exact and captain of the soccer team" as she points to the emblem on the sweats that say "WMHS soccer" with a number 13 in the center of a soccer ball.
Quinn nods her head and says "Impressive."
After Quinn got settled back into her seat she looked at Santana and told her to continue her story.
"Ok so as I mentioned before this little man is the son Broadway superstar Rachel Berry, and my idiot cousin Finn."
"You know Rachel Berry?!" Quinn basically shouted, the man in front of her asked her shush and Quinn blushed when Santana laughed quietly.
"Yeah I do. I went to school with her. We became best friends our sophomore year of high school, when she started dated my cousin Finn. If it weren't for Finn we probably wouldn't be friends."
"Oh? Why?" Quinn asked innocently.
"See me and Rachel come from two areas. I was worried about my grades and sports so I could get into a decent college. Rachel had everything planned out she was going to become a Broadway star. Me I was the girl who sat quietly at the back of class didn't bug anyone, did my homework and class work. I was on the debate team. With sports came popularity of course, But I tried to stayed out the spot light, I avoided it all costs."
Quinn nodded her head as if to say continue.
"I was the girl who went home every day after school and hung out with my family after my school work was done. Then one day Finn brought Rachel to a family gathering and boom, we hit it off and haven't looked back since. She basically saved me from myself. She's amazing, a great mother and great friend."
"Still can't believe you know Rachel Berry!"
Quinn looked at Santana and just stared at her. Santana becoming a bit uncomfortable finally goes "what?"
Quinn responds with "take a picture with me!" Santana's eyes widen in surprise "r-really?" Quinn nods her yes furiously and says "it's not every day I meet a soldier who is Rachel Berry's best friend!"
Santana laughs "alright" Quinn claps her hands and grabs her iPad and sets it up to take pictures. The pair takes a bunch of pictures some smiling some with goofy faces. In one picture Quinn took Santana's uniform jacket and put it on for the picture, this picture was instantly one of their favorites. In another Quinn took Santana's patrol cap and put it on and did a serious face Santana laughed at her. It was the perfect picture.
"You have a twitter right?" Quinn asks. Santana responds with "yeah"
Quinn took one of pictures of them smiling, opened her twitter account, and turned to Santana and goes "want to see something cool"? Santana shrugs her shoulders so Quinn posts a picture of them smiling with the caption "met this amazing solider SSGTPEZ on my flight to NY. Thank you Staff Sergeant Santana Lopez"
Quinn then told Santana to check her account. So Santana does her followers grew and people retweeted and commented back on the picture. To say Santana was shocked was an understatement. She would never fully understand why people were so obsessed with people they've never met. But regardless she loved the attention they got.
Halfway through the flight Santana had fallen asleep and Quinn started watching a movie. During Santana's slumber she had somehow ended up with her head on Quinn's shoulder so Quinn being Quinn and not being one to turn down pictures started taking more pictures. She then rested her head on Santana's and passed out for the remainder of the flight.